this is a story i came up with yes it has similarities to the warriors series but if you read the whole thing you will realize it is nothing like that story so please dont comment about the similarities
Meow! With Wings?!
My name is blue kit. I live in the forgotten land of Avalon. Here dragon wolves roam the forests, unicorns, pegusi, and alicorns, graze the vast plains, dragons rule the mountains fighting off griffins and fairy folk and elves wander the woods. We the winged cats live in a valley at the center of this land known as felidae valley. This is where my story begins.
Chapter One: It Begins.
Excitement fills me as my father, the chieftain if our tribe, leads me through the camp. Our tribe lives in the stump of a giant ancient tree. My father, fire spirit, leads me out of the milking den where I was born, which sits at the very back of the hollowed out stump past the pad den. Directly on the other side of the camp is the elders den and near the entrance is the braves den the chieftains den is a huge rock directly in the center soon we left the encampment and were out in the warm sunshine of yellow leaf (summer).
"Blue kit……blue kit are you paying attention" fire spirit asked snapping me out of my thoughts. I shook my head.
"Sorry papa I was lost in thought," I apologized.
"In order for you to earn your pad name you must catch your first prey on your own, now pay attention," He scolded. I watched as he demonstrated the proper way to stalk prey. His ears pricked up as he listened for prey. He located something and shrank into what I believed was the hunting crouch, tail twitching, wings folded close to his sides, getting as close to the small creature as possible. Then pounce and the creatures heart beat no more. Only when he brought it back did I see that it was a mouse then he buried it for later.
"now it's your turn. Close your eyes, what do you hear?" he asked. I listened carefully, with my eyes closed I could hear tons of sounds they were loud but clear.
"a heartbeat, a fast one but slower than the mouse a rabbit or squirrel maybe" I said. I crouched and tried to copy what my father had done. Keeping my small sky blue wings pinned to my sides. Crouching down low I followed the heart beat and soon came upon a small white baby bunny watching my footing I tried to avoid sticks and tripping over stones but I still managed to step on a twig. The bunny ran and I gave chase the bunny was fast but I faster. I jumped and landed on the small body breaking its neck. Picking up my prize I headed back to my father. He smiled as I approached and I beamed.
"How did I do papa?"
"Just splendid I'm so proud. You are now ready to become a pad. Let's go home and show your mother" he said and picked up his mouse. We began trotting home and were about three tail lengths into the journey when I heard cries. I froze then took off in the opposite direction.
"blue kit?! Where are you going!?"
"I hear something come on!" I yelled dropping my bunny. Tail lengths from the boarder we found them. Four butterfly kits three were snow-white with opalescent white wings, and the third a little tom black with electric blue stripes and matching wings that reminded me of a tiger swallowtail butterfly, he turned and gazed at me with electric blue eyes sitting protectively with his mewling sisters.
"where is their mother?" I whispered to my father trying to comfort them.
"here, looks like she was attacked," he said, "she put up a fight too."
"please," she spoke suddenly, I jumped, " I will not last much longer, you are from the fire tribe right?" we nodded the striped kit nuzzling his mother he held no fear as if he understood what was going on, "we are loners I know you will take anycat that asks, please take my kits and raise them to be great cats," she pleaded. I nodded.
"mistress butterfly I will take them under my wings and raise them right." She laughed softly.
"you are but a kit young one if you were older I now you would raise them well." I began to speak again but was stopped by my father.
"she is a brave in spirit and I will help my daughter to raise your kits you have our word," he said to the butterfly queen. She smiled, breathed once more then was gone. The striped kit was silent as tears ran down his cheeks. I stepped near him and spoke the words I had heard my father speak once or twice before.
"great cats of spirit tribe, although she was not a tribe cat, please, accept her with open paws, so that when the time comes she may be reunited with her kits, I me a braves vow to raise these kits as if they were my own, so that one day they will make their mother proud. Rest in peace butterfly mother," with my final words I licked the queens head. My father stepped close to me.
"i'm proud of you, you have exceeded far beyond that of all the other kits by showing kindness to a stranger, we will take the kits with us." I nodded then turned to lick each of the kits on the head.
"come little ones," they wobbled behind me, ears down and tails drooped. Backtracking I fetched my bunny that I had dropped. When the kits and I finaly arrived at camp father was already there. He jumped atop meeting rock.
"all cats young and old gather below meeting rock," I sat below meeting rock with the four kits, I wrapped my small wings around them to comfort them.
"my daughter and I came across a butterfly queen and these kits, the queen died and has been chosen by spirit tribe to raise them as her own."
"shes only a kit firespirit," starlake spoke.
"I know but she is aged in her spirit and made a braves vow to the dieing queen, tomorrow she will be made a pad. Bonewing will you watch after the kits while she is out training, and tech them to fly when the time comes?" bonewing said nothing but nodded, "at night she will sleep in the milking den with her kits, riverpad, hailpad, go make them a nest in the milking den. Bluekit have you thought of names?" father asked me. I nodded and put a paw on the first little girl's head, she had blue eyes.
"before the eyes of spirit tribe I name you frostkit," I moved to the next little girl with green eyes, " before the eyes of spirit tribe I name you icekit," then I moved to the last little girl with purple eyes, "before the eyes I name you, snowkit," lastly I moved to the little tom his bright colors glowing in the moonlight, "and this little tom is, bluekit." I stood picking up the bunny I had caught, "please bonewing please accept my gift of gratitude." She smiled and licked my forehead.
"don't worry bluekit I will look after them while your gone." Then my mother walked over to me.
"I'd hoped you were a brave before you had kits," she said and every-cat laughed.